It hangs like snow which cannot fall. In drifts, it floats around the houses, obscures the hills behind. The sun attempts to shine, but its smoky tendrils hold her fast.
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The sky is filled with a soup of colour. Cream, orange, pink, purple, blue, white – all are present in this sharpening light. Silhouettes of trees and houses seem carved into it, one dimensional. Yet they strike the eye so … Continue reading